Towards the end of the shortened encore, Leonard felt the squeeze of the old Father — with only six (count ‘em!) minutes to go until curfew, he sincerely thanked the audience, shared his blessings, and explained to them the situation; ‘Wait, it’s only five now.’ With a further thank you, he caught himself, saying, ‘What am I doing, I’m wasting time!’ and he introduced First We Take Manhattan almost as quickly as it started.

Alas, Time, the Eternal Sniper, had it sights trained on the night and the dying moments were probably the most fun-filled of any Leonard Cohen gig I had seen — and I missed it! I was just off stage, filling guitar trunks, getting ahead, buying shares in the precious commodity of time. And what have I said about trying to get ahead? It usually comes at some cost, and I missed the comical moments unfolding on stage. I am told Leonard picked up his clock (which he always has in front of him, on the carpet, leaning against one of his monitors) and carried it around with him, ‘cradling it,’ (Dan, thanks for the quote) showing the audience that he was no longer in command — time fingered its grip on tonight’s knife-switch, while the flowers of appreciation, both bunched and lone, flew over the edge of the stage — and all anyone could do was enjoy the time left to them.

As the clock struck 11.30, the band ended the song tastefully, professionally, and that was the end of that.

Light As The Breeze ("As the sun is going down we may now resume the solitude of darkness that this is the proper setting for, especially for this next song which needs a very deep colour to be sung. Here it is ...")https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niE_Pl0fVAE

The sound was incredibly good, 4th row in de middle, on the side there was echo.
13.000 people and yet such a cheering united atmosphere!

Even a low overflying plane and a bunch of birds did only do good to the magic.
After the intimate concerts at Gent he managed to put 13.000 people's noses in the
right direction.

This stadium had only for 10 years ago such a concert.
He has a genius band with musicians from all over the world, like his violin player from Moldavie.
The Webbsisters and Sharon were evenso magic, with pure and angelic voices.

The very small imperfections in his voice shows no decay, but yet how gracefully he deals with his age.
His life-experience sounds with each grum from his lips; he orates life many times with his eyes closed
and occasionally kneeling on the floor (those precious old bones)

When the sun falls and the night comes in he welcomes the nightfall with an impressive "light as a breeze".
Come healing becomes so heavenly with his dark voice and the angelic singers.

With his last songs the front rows gathered around the stage, which was not aloud during his perfomance.
We all cheered and sang with him amazed with tears about longtime memories; hugging and enjoying this feeling
of being part of each other.

Due to the curfew we missed his last songs and he grabs in the last minutes the clock, which I missed because
I had to catch the last busliner;
see my other review about the curfew: viewtopic.php?f=58&t=32580

By expressing his honours for each of his crew and their impressive solo's and to his public by gently joking and mesmerizing his public.
So gratefull especially for the last 5 minutes 'clock' Manhattansong, which I missed!!

@2:23 Ah, you loved me as a loser
But now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way you could have stopped me, but you never had have the discipline
How many times I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin